The world is a stage. Or your oyster. Or both. Upon recommendation from Rhoda the concierge we tried a pair of new spots across from our Julia Street hotel: Happy hour at Rebirth was a jolly hootful awakening; we sang and … Read More
Streetcarma
We holed up near the Saint Charles streetcar line, close to the river, too, where we could hear steamship whistles at all hours, and the Creole Queen calliope hissed and sputtered a toe-tappin’ rendition of Down Yonder, and close to … Read More
Dinnervana
Last time we entered Grenada, Mississippi we arrived by rail on the City of New Orleans, and a few minutes south the train broke down on a siding in the stifling summer stew. No air conditioning. No food. No toilets. … Read More
Meet de Boys on the Battlefront
The dancing spirit of Big Chief Jolly inspires nephews named Neville, and the Wild Tchopitoulas mix with the Meters and Toussaint, Norman Bell and Booker T. Washington, Flag Boy and Spy Boy and the ghosts of Professor Longhair and Dr. … Read More
Dogbutt on the City of New Orleans
Dogbutt reminded me about the time we drove to Centralia, Illinois, and jumped aboard the City of New Orleans, headed south. At Memphis, a fraternity joined the trip and settled in the club car for a night of partyin’ and … Read More